02 March 2008

the Gift of a poem

Ah, what I owe to poets and friends who share their wisdom!
I rediscovered this from a little handmade journal from my friend Kate, AGAVE MARIA
It begins with a poem from Mary Oliver: Dogfish

I wanted
the past to go away,
I wanted
to leave it, like another
country, I wanted my life to close,
and open like a hinge, like a wing,
like the part of the song
where it falls down over the rocks;
an explosion, a discovery;
I wanted to hurry into the work of my life;
I wanted to know,
whoever I was,
I was alive for a little while.

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